stand-in model

Chapter 99

"You're lying to me again." Rong Sheng picked up a rose on the table, picked up the flower buds and put it in his nose, full of rich fragrance.

He seemed to be angry with Jiang, but he said indifferently: "If you like women, I will fire all the maids here who are over 20 years old and under 50 years old. Change to a group of 50-year-old aunts come over."

"When I think about it, you won't be straight anymore."

"This suggestion is not bad, you can try it." Jiang Liang raised his hand and picked up the ribbon on the side and tied it on the rose branch in his hand, wrapping it around layer by layer, spreading down and wrapping the whole bouquet of rose branches .

"After all, this is yours and has nothing to do with me."

After Jiang Liang said this, she turned sideways and put the whole bouquet of flowers on the rattan table. The bouquet of flowers was made like a wedding bouquet.

Compared with the single one in Rong Sheng's hand, it is somewhat out of place.

Just like Jiang Liang who lives here now.This is Rong's family, not his.

Rong Sheng lives here with his parents, the place is resplendent, spacious and comfortable; and he is the only one in his family.

Rong Sheng's face couldn't tell how good it was after Jiang Liang said this.

He thought that Jiang Liang would bow his head to him when he heard that he would fire those people, and would explain that sentence was just a joke.Will ask if he can not fire those people.

But now this man obviously wouldn't bow his head, as if he raised his head to show his neck, and asked him provocatively, "Will you cut this head off?"

This situation of not knowing what to do made him a little caught off guard and even couldn't figure it out.

"Aren't you worried about them?"

"What are you worried about? I am trapped here myself, how can there be so many saints who love others."

Jiang Liang's face was sullen, and there was no extra emotion seeping out of his calm skin.

He couldn't survive by himself, and he insisted on giving a lot of grace to take care of others. He really didn't have that much thought to separate it.

Seeing hard measures, Rong Sheng had no choice but to use soft measures.

His tone was courteous and flattering, and he asked a little excitedly: "Do you like the citrus fragrance in the bedroom? I specifically asked Wu Yu's."

In fact, he not only asked about Jiang Liang's favorite aromatherapy, but also asked about what Jiang Liang liked to eat, whether he had any allergies, and whether there was anything he hated.

In fact, he didn't believe it when he said it. He had been with Jiang Liang for so long, but his awareness of Jiang Liang was [-]%.

As for the past and hobbies of the person in front of him, the third person obviously knows more than him.

Sitting on the rattan chair, Jiang Liang picked up another bunch of baby's breath, smiled softly, but her tone became more and more humane: "I have been using that aromatherapy, so I can't say whether I like it or not."

He paused while holding the scissors, and then said, "Why don't you change it to orange flavor, I think you'll like it."

"I don't like orange flavor! I've already said that I can tell the difference between you and Su Ziru, why do you have to mention him again and again."

Rong Sheng's tone was a little irritable, and his anger kept rising. During this period of time, the emotions accumulated in his heart kept gushing out, and finally appeared like a volcanic eruption.

"I still keep the red rope that was cut by you. I made this flower house specially for you. I even moved your favorite environment here. Why don't you appreciate it? Why do you still have a face at me? I said I love you and I will treat you well, why don't you believe me?"

Is that all you do?It turned out that only these were done.

What is the difference between what Rong Sheng did and what Jiang Liang did?

Jiang Liang held Mangypsophila in his arms, he didn't respond to Rong Sheng's questions, but asked Rong Sheng: "Do you know the flower language of Mangypsophila?"

"White stars are pure and romantic; purple is longing; pink is an eternal supporting role; red is true love."

"You see, different colors of flowers have different meanings; what about people? People in different periods have different thoughts and moods. Now I just want to stay away from you, and it is best never to see you. What you want to express now Feelings, you should go to the past me, not the present me."

Jiang Liang took out another blue ribbon and wound it slowly, his mind seemed to be on the bouquet of flowers, and the angry Rong Sheng standing beside him seemed to be just a harmless person.

Rong Sheng hated and resented in his heart, but also had some doubts under fear.Those thin lips opened and closed, and the thoughts in my heart finally came together into one sentence: "You...don't love me anymore?"

"Yes." Jiang Liang replied softly, and he looked down at the bouquet in his hand with flat, dull eyes.

From the time when he lit the rose and stabbed himself in the chest with the knife, he told himself to let go and not to love Rong Sheng anymore.

What will change if you continue to love?

Nothing will change.

Those feelings and those loves are nothing more than my own toads wanting to eat swan meat and daydreaming.

"Don't love me anymore? You lied to me! You obviously love me so much. The hair in the red rope was cut off by you yourself. You would rather lose your life than let me die! Every time you look at me with such affection, you feel so affectionate when you walk up the stairs. It's always lighting me up."

"You obviously love me so much, why do you say you don't love me if you don't love me?"

Rong Sheng stood in front of Jiang Liang and roared loudly, his anger that had nowhere to vent made him raise his hand to pull off the flowers in front of him, snatched the flowers on the table and smashed them to the corner.

In a short time, Rong Sheng was like a mad dog smashing things around, but no matter what he held in his hand, it would never fall in front of Jiang Liang.

No matter what you smash, it won't touch Jiang Liang's favorite rattan chair and rattan table.

The transparent glass and sharp voices in the greenhouse made the servants in and out of the villa look carefully, but no one dared to come in and stop them.

They saw their husband going around like a lunatic, raising his hand and smashing everything that could be smashed in the greenhouse, while the Mr. Jiang who was brought back by Rong Sheng was sitting on a pure white rattan chair and watching coldly.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that he is an outsider and has nothing to do with Rong Sheng's anger.

Maybe Rong Sheng was exhausted, or maybe Rong Sheng lost his anger.

The man stopped what he was doing, but turned to look at Jiang Liang, his eyes filled with pain and exhaustion.

The shattered hair on his forehead drooped messily with beads of sweat, his entire lips trembled slightly, and his hands were covered with bruises and dirt.

Rong Sheng arched his back slightly, and let out an unbearable growl from his throat.

Then he stumbled towards Jiang Liang like a lost person in the desert.But like a drug addict eager to satisfy his desires.

After all, those hands full of mud did not dare to fall on Jiang Liang's body, he could only help Jiang Liang's blanket covering his legs, and landed on one knee, with his forehead resting on Jiang Liang's shoulder.

Jiang Liang's upper body was only wearing a black shirt, and no water stains could be seen on it, but he could feel that the place Rong Sheng was touching was constantly being penetrated by water, sticking to his skin wetly.

I just don't know if it's tears or sweat stains.

Rong Sheng tried his best to sniff the citrus scent in his nose, but the attitude of the person in front of him made him very strange.Only by smelling this smell can he be sure that the person in front of him is really Jiang Liang.

It was Jiang Liang who had been with him for four years and loved him for eight years.

His image was messy, but he still asked Jiang Liang in disbelief: "They are all afraid that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants will enjoy the shade, aren't you afraid? You planted my tree for four full years, you like me and love my flowers Eight years. Now I finally like you, why don't you want me. "

"Why."

"I'm tired, and I don't want to continue." Jiang Liang put his hands on both sides of the wicker chair, and let Rong Sheng lean on him, and it was often this indifferent action that made Rong Sheng even more flustered.

Because whether he is willing to make trouble or scold, at least it can show that Jiang Liang cares about this matter and cares about it.But now this person moves straight, neither hides nor scolds, even if he does something, Jiang Liang probably doesn't care.

An action and words are telling Rong Sheng: there is no place for Rong Sheng in that heart.

Rong Sheng's first heartache was when Su Ziru had an accident, and the second heartache was when Jiang Liang told him that he didn't love him.

He was like a child who lost candy, weeping silently on Jiang Liang's shoulder.

The mouth is disorganized and the word order is chaotic: "Okay, I love you, I swear, I'm sorry..."